Its 3.30.
I've done nothing productive with my day so now, here I am. Looking through my wardrobe.
I decide on a pair of skinny jeans and a flowery blouse
Once I have got dressed and put my hair up its 3.45.
I run downstairs and pull on my winter boots (its only October but its already freezing.)
I go into the kitchen and take afew cereal bars from the cupboard and stuff them into my bag aswell as my ipad, phone and chargers. Tonight might not be so bad afterall.
3.55. Lets do this.
I grab my coat and put it on, step out of the door and lock it. I basically run to number 17 since I’m so cold.
*knock knock knock* seriously. My hands are so cold. Why don’t people have door bells these days? My knuckles are numb and hammering on the door is not helping.
I’m cut from my thoughts when a boy- probably a couple of years younger than me opens the door.
“hey, sara right?”
“yeah, yeah that’s me.” I say, trying to smile. Just let me in. I’m catching fucking frost bite out here.
“come in.” he says, flashing me a smile.
“I’m Harry. This.. is my twin brother sam.” He says as a boy shorter than him, his face scattered with freckles walks in.
“hiya.” He says, smiling.
“hello. Twins hey?” I say, frowning. “You look so different.”
They both laugh. “We get told that a lot.” Says Harry.
“Do you have any siblings?” asks Sam, locking the front door.
Stay calm sara. Stay calm.
“I used to. Yeah… used to have a twin brother actually.”
“you did?” asks Harry, leaning against the door frame.
“Yeah. He actually.. he uh..” I take a breath.
Sam stares at me, smiling, waiting for me to speak.
"you dont have to tell us if you dont want to." chips in Harry.
“no no, its fine. I have to tell someone some time. I cant keep running from it, can i?” I say, smiling as I speak. Maybe mum was right. Its nice to tell people who didn’t have much connection to him. Then you cant upset them.
“he died. 3 months ago we were walking home from school and he uh.. he got hit by a car.”
They both gasp.
“I’m so sorry… don’t usually do this but I feel like its needed. Plus, who doesn’t want a free hug, ey?” says Harry, walking towards me and wrapping his arms around me. I laugh and hug him back.
“It hasn’t happened to me but I know how it must feel to lose a twin.” Says sam from behind harry.
“its nice to talk to people who actually understand.” I say as harry moves away.
“So, how old are you?” says sam, bending down to pull on some shoes. I forgot the reason I was here was because they were going out.
“I just turned 16. You?”
“14.” They both say at once.
“Boys come on, we need to get going. Is Sara here yet?” comes a deep voice. I’m assuming that’s their dad.
